poisonlacedkisses

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.I miss the sound of your voice. The way you called his name, even though he had hated the way others had once said it, you were different. Each syllable, each and every different tone and dip in his name made him love it. You spoke his name as though he was your world, just as you were his. He loved the way you called out to him. It was filled with love and warmth.

~When you have a natural attraction You deserve a mutual reaction~ “I don’t get it, shouldn’t (y/n)-chan like me by now?” Sanji asked as he glanced at Luffy, Franky, Brook and Usopp. “Maybe you’re not her type” Usopp pondered as Luffy shook his head in disagreement. “No way, I’ve seen (y/n)-chan look at Sanji. She blushes and looks away quickly” Luffy added as Franky and Brook nodded. “Then why doesn’t she tell me, or flirt back, or something!!!??” Sanji asked as he slumped onto the dining table. “Probably because she knows you’re a womanizer”

        After a long, relaxing, and much needed vacation, Naruto and you were returning home for the first time as husband and wife. It felt a little strange to be married, but you were sure you'd get used to it eventually. Still, you couldn't help but be a little nervous. Naruto however, seemed completely oblivious to your nervousness, and was more than excited to be back home. “Man, that was pretty dang awesome. We should get married again, just so we can get a second vacation.” “Unfortunately I don't think that's how things works.” Smiling weakly, you took Naruto's hand in yours and walked a bit closer to him. &ldq

"A lonely Pokemon, it conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokemon"-Mimikyu's Pokedex Entry. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Freaky." "Ugly." "Weird." "Filthy creature." "Wanna-be Pikachu." Mimikyu turned its body, glaring harshly at the human across the street who made that last comment. How dare they call it a "wanna-be"?! Was it that hard for people to understand that it didn't want

Kisuke feels a dip in the bed before a feminine figure curls against his back, her breasts brushing against his skin. Dainty arms wrap around his waist, snuggling close to him. He blinks blearily from the disturbance and glances down at his waist, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the familiar arms clinging to him. He lets out a warm chuckle and attempts to roll over. "Hold still, you're warm," the woman murmurs. "But I want to see you~" Kisuke replies, his voice laced with playful excitement. "Tough shit," you exhale against his skin, causing him to laugh before he rolls over anyways, trapping you beneath him. "H

-At School- You growl and take your seat in the back of the classroom. This is your least favorite class. It immediately turns into your favorite class as your best friend walks in and takes his seat next to you. He has fiery crimson hair that is extremely spiky and emerald green eyes that each have a reverse tear drop under them. He flashes you a smile as class begins. "Hey ________. Anything new today?" You sigh but smile, "Other than the fact that this class nearly puts me to sleep, nope." He had a look of mock-hurt on his face, "So you'd just fall asleep and leave me alone to face that endless pit of useless information?" He pointed

~Author's Note: I tweaked the movie ending, just fyi. Hope ya'll enjoy it!! Thank you, guys!!~ The engulfing, heavy darkness is what you come to—not necessarily awaken, but one or more of your senses are applicable—and your ears twitch at the weighted sound of footsteps. Maleficent…? you think groggily from the swaying motion. I must’ve fallen asleep; he’s carrying me to bed. You open your eyes expecting to see his beauty, yet only see the front plane of your body with your legs strung up. You try to move and gather your wrists are bound upward as well, your head having been secured to prevent your antlers from

    It's the minutes after that you love the most; the tingly, sticky, warm feeling, catching your breath, the sensations that come to light as the intense ones fade away. It's when Dean's kisses become soft and lazy, eventually fading altogether as he falls to rest beside you, that you really appreciate what just occurred. The act itself is wonderful, but the aftertaste is positively lovely.     “God . . .” You breathe, hands clutching the sheets at your chest.     “Not God.” Dean mutters beside you. “Just me.”     “Close enough.”     “I'm glad to have made such a good impression.

        I watched atop of the staircase as pure bloods from all around had come to my parents ball. I had been forced to attend. I would have rather been locked in my room then be with all these unknown people.        I saw someone walk up the stairs and smiled when I realized who it was.        "Kaname Kuran. Its been a while hasn't it?" I said to the man approaching me.        I had known Kaname since we we're both small children. He always acted like the protective brother towards me. He would always try to protect me and make sure I was safe. He always attended the sort of parties to check up on me and make sure I wasn't alone.      

The soul of the young man slipped through the young demon’s throat like honey. So sweet and delicious, it almost made her drunk. The young demon pulled away from the youth, watching as his body fell to the ground like a rag doll. For five years she’s been at his beck and call, comforting him when he asked for it, singing to him his favorite songs, even satisfying some of his desires, and then delivering the perfect revenge against his abusive brother, the only family has had left, yet they were far from it. HIs older brother would torment him, treat him like a prisoner in his own home, that was until he called out for someone to h

You tugged at your dress nervously as you walked up the steps to Penelope’s house, she was throwing a Christmas party, and you and the other members of the BAU were invited. You wore a red dress with a sequined top and a flowy skirt. The dress was just below your thighs, and you felt incredibly uncomfortable in it. Garcia helped you pick it out, and her reasoning for getting a dress this short was that it would almost certainly get Reid to make a move. You had disagreed strongly, he didn’t like you like you liked him, but Garcia insisted that you looked adorable in the dress, so you got it anyway. To go with the Christmas theme,

As he scribbles on a piece of parchment, Draco reaches out for another scroll when he notices odd markings on it. His curiosity piqued, he sets it down and grabs another only to find the same thing. Setting aside his quill, he pulls the stack closer to him and flips through five pages before coming across his son's name written repeatedly in different sizes, with the 'S' written backwards. Scorpius must have realized his mistake and corrected it.  A soft smile spreads across Draco's face as he pushes back from his desk, picking up the stack of scrolls. He strides out of his study and down the hall, following the sound of his son's voice

A shuddered breath escaped your lips, eyes trailing down your form. It wasn’t noticeable. Not yet, anyway. Your hand instinctively brushed over your stomach, soft skin prickling at the touch. A child, you were sure of it. Too scared to ask Hanji, but you didn’t have to. You were one hundred percent sure that there was something inside you, something of yours. Of his. But, why were you so nervous? Why was there an anxious feeling tingling from the tip of your fingers down to your toes? What was there to be nervous about, anyway? Oh, yes. You overlooked one small detail. Giant beasts still roamed around the Earth, threatening to d

A little pre-warning that there's a light, non-explicit sexual scene at the end of this fic. So, when you get to the 'time skip' thingy, well, just skip everything that's below it. :3 It all started at four o'clock in the evening. A sheet of dark purple and blue covers the sky like a hand hovering over the city streets. A deep orange lining the horizon glows yellow like fire. Maroon mixed in between their borders. Black out. Nothing. No lights. Cars slowly make their way driving down the town roads. Even traffic lights where out, but people still managed to use the roads. The only true lights to guide us were the street pole lights. Every

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia or any of the characters that are mentioned. I am not making any profit from this fic and I write purely for the love of the characters. Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia is the property of Kōhei Horikoshi.I miss the sound of your voice. The way you called his name, even though he had hated the way others had once said it, you were different. Each syllable, each and every different tone and dip in his name made him love it. You spoke his name as though he was your world, just as you were his. He loved the way you called out to him. It was filled with love and warmth.